Have a stein and a steak in Melbourne's oldest pub
You get a pot of history with your pint at the Mitre Tavern. It’s the haunt of Collins Street traders and has long been the source pot for stock market journos. A gunmetal grey sea of suits fills the Bank Place venue from noon till midnight daily, orating into steins of Grolsch in the low slung public bar or filing upstairs where classic '80s-style steak consumption rules. This is actually one of the best steakhouses in the city, replete with chandeliers, big jammy reds and the option of a pork rib rack as an entree. Woof! History peeks its head out from behind TVs screening the AFL – a low doorway leading to the burgundy bistro (home to Wednesday quiz night) harks back to times of shorter folk. The tavern is actually built around one of Melbourne's first houses: a defiantly English, oversized cuckoo clock, replete with pitched roof to counter snow. It’s a bit of a sausage party – a painting of a topless dame being fondled by a sailor nearly doubles the female presence in the bar. Beer-wise, lagers get the lion’s share of the ten taps, with Minimum Chips and Mountain Goat Steam offering the craftiest options. They’re sticklers for tradition. Years after the smoking ban, they still have complimentary matchbooks, and they hold to the belief that ploughman’s lunches, barramundi and chips and Peronis are classics that will never die. We agree.